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P.J.P.
03:47
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poor John Prine
hope you had nothin left to do
the days are long
time is easy passin’, you
you may not hear
but they’ll write a hundred songs
on the day you die
poor John Prine
i hope they find
when they’re going through your things
some old cassettes
with some songs you meant to sing
but did forget
and that bright day
we’ll hear you singing yet
feels like now you’re really gone
one more chance to prove us wrong
hope to hear you sing that song
that goes like this... and then goes on
hey John Prine
i’ll bet you’re really riding high
in a classic car
from some old era that’s gone by
on the radio
there’ll be a ballgame or some local country show
and every time your car breaks down
may there be some bar around
with an early evening crowd
and a jukebox not too loud
and a little conversation soft and low..
and there you go
i’ll wait right here
for that Monday evening train
commuter rail
that’ll bring me home again
maybe crack a beer
to nurse while I sit watch the world that slides on by
poor John Prine
hope you had nothin left to do
the days are sad
time is easy passin’ through
i hope you’ll hear
about all the songs we wrote
on the day you die
poor John Prine
poor John Prine
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Music at Jack's
02:17
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If you knew a bar where you could work off a twenty
With an invited friend and have him not spend any.
Wouldn't you be there whenever you're able?
You'd rush through the scrub up and clearing the table.
And kiss your old lady and tell her so long
Or throw an arm 'round her and bring her along.
If you knew the bar could you tell me I'm wrong?
If you knew some people who'd be there more than others
And one who last evening your drinks all had covered.
Who once drove down from Boston with a six pack of beer
When the doctor said all of your tests came back clear.
And sometimes there's only one old man alone
He sips Rolling Rock and sits there like a stone.
'Cause sometimes a bar is as sad as a home.
Doors will be closed if it's slow by eleven
There's a fishing trip planned the next morning at seven.
And me I'll be walking through the old parts of town
Humming a line from an old song I found.
Melody might be the one thing it lacks
'Cause don't you know they don't play music at Jack's!
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What's Good For Us All?
03:46
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I click on the tv, I stare at the wall
If not for the heat pipes, there'd be no sound at all
I pick up the phone, and I ring you
What else could I do?
I gave up on Sundays, I stay home instead
If the good Lord should need me, well I'll be in bed
Here at St. Mattress of the Springs
We pray the phone rings.
I could work at the factory, or shop at the mall
What's good for the country, isn't good for us all
I could look to your window, or look to the stars
Or walk down the street 'til it leads to the bar
A party will be there, a party of one
I don't need anyone.
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Bank of Ireland Warren, Rhode Island
Bank of Ireland is music written, borrowed, begged, and stolen by Peri Delorenzo and Mark Dobbyn.
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